All up and down the town’s Main Street,
the old folks sit in plastic chairs.
Children are already tasting,
all that candy soon to be theirs.
In the crisp early morning air,
floats gathering in the school’s lot.
“Get on with it,” old men grumble,
“before it gets too gosh darn hot.”
When around the corner they come,
and Old Glory is carried past.
We stand with hands over our hearts,
pray our nation will always last.
Marching bands come belting their tunes,
with shiny instruments and drum.
Then yells from excited children,
when the clown cars finally comes.
King and queen riding in their cars,
fire trucks blast their siren and horn.
Candy tossed to smiling children,
as laughter fills the joyous morn.
Categories:
soybean, celebration, family, life, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
And signifying nothing, upon life’s stage
meaningless, endless, a cruel war he waged
Fretting and strutting, as the curtains narrowed
Out, out, foul vegan, who doth hate man’s marrow
Comes back for encore, to be mocked, and broken
Having found mere hate, vaunting the unspoken
A shadowless ghoul behind faint shrills of woe
Sans a candle, roams hell’s abattoirs below
A dedication of respect on the
nihilistic tragedy of Macbeth
# # #
Bastardised here indeed
but more so each day by
a bard who flunked all meaning in life
# # #
Yet has somehow found faith
in putrid flesh eating flowers
# #
No doubt whilst searching for a niche
on the last syllable of soybean @urd
By
David Kavanagh
Categories:
soybean, allusion, conflict, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
Enthusiasm personified in the form of a woman
Whose tempeh is renown and soybeans are groov’n.
The femmes of the wild streets are cheering for joy
Welcoming each mother of each girl and boy
Excitement parades in the streets as the femmes love their day
We peons stay back, cautiously clearing their jubilant way.
There is singing and dancing, as we devour or tempeh of soybean.
Such rejoicing and laughter are very rarely this readily seen!
Categories:
soybean, women,
Form: Rhyme
I can see a
pale green
farmhouse
against the
nearly neon
vegetation
of the cornfields.
Soybean sprouts
are shooting
up here and
there.
In this place,
there is no
existentialism
or angst
questing
against our
sanity.
There is no
god or God.
Just the cornstalks,
the soybean sprouts,
and the pale green
farmhouse
in the distance.
Categories:
soybean, nature, nice,
Form: Free verse
Haiku 60 – Indiana Summer
Indiana
orange roadside lilies
rural splendor
Indiana
elephant’s eye corn
no tassels yet
Indiana
endless green soybean fields
rich farmland soil
a strange beauty
stark yet soothing vistas
Indiana
For SKAT – OZ’s “summer poems” contest...
Categories:
soybean, summer,
Form: Haiku
On the munchies train
Hot cheese burger on my brain…..
Soybean entertain
Categories:
soybean, food
Form: Senryu
Soybean cheese burger
Artificially flavored
Imitation Crab
By Robb A. Kopp
Categories:
soybean, allegory, food, social
Form: Senryu
Agrarian....agriculture
wet and dry affecting bolster
basic grain pre-market commodity
dispersal targets rift uncommonly
Feedstock fodder higher priced
milk,egg,cheese will future thrice
upkeep livestock feel the strain
lack of grain...we'll all feel the pain
Corn,wheat,rice and soybean
hot potato money machine
pass the buck absorb the cost
surcharge tacked as all not lost
Categories:
soybean, food, nature, seasons,
Form: Free verse
stay docked on board,see the hordes of characters,see the verse,any worse than
this and we turn back,lack of mutual funds is crack,any attack,any walk back,any
sack of charge,any large,any bedoy,any woy,any soybean sanwich,any
camerich.tell me ma i go's south,lounge around in fat chairs,how dares ye?
Categories:
soybean, funny,
Form: ABC
Woman!
Tenderness
Dissolves
Through
Your eyes glance
Like a young water stream
That makes his way
Through the Mississippi
Time,
Space,
Big towns,
Villages,
Corn and soybean fields,
Desert and dunes,
The Atlantic,
The Caspian Sea,
Dissolve
At the edge
Of your lips.
Categories:
soybean, art, imagination, inspirational, love,
Form: I do not know?
I hear the familiar sounds of Korea,
Of the crowing of roosters in the morning,
Of the fields, streams and marketplaces.
The tunes of shamanistic music band
The swirling of fire-lit cans of Jwibul nori,
The soup boiling sounds in a huge pot,
A crisp “tak, tak” sound of soybean burning
And the crackling sounds of dry branches.
Chanting at planting & threshing paddies
The singing of Hori and Gyeori songs
The striking of the bronze bell of Sangwonsa
Chanting-Beompae to Daeung Amitabh.
In the far-flung village of Sangyu
The flames of the daljips in the rice fields
Soars high in the sky on Jeongwol Daeboreum
Higher the flames, the greater is the harvest
Promising bounteous year and good health.
People dance Pansori at the tunes of Nongak
A feast is being prepared there,
The full moon catches people’s prayers
And spreads it to the high heaven.
Jwibul nori’-Mice burning game is on
Somewhere yet in another village.
The traditional burning of the rice paddies
To chase away the mice from the fields.
With crackling sounds of fireworks,
Warming and fertilizing the frozen fields.
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Third Placement
Contest: Sounds Familiar
Categories:
soybean, life, people, social,
Form: Pastoral